Reading through the want ads looking for something to do.
Everyone wanted experience, and I haven’t done the time.
Perhaps in the past I would have lied and tried my best.
Learning what I could before I was given my parole.
And applying that knowledge to the next economic sentence.
Can’t believe no matter where I go, there I would chains waiting.
Eventually the robots will come and take all of it away.
Destroying our way of life and setting us free, but to do what?
Boy could those men tell you stories amid the smell of talc and aftershave
About times in the past that people have forgotten
Remembering with such clarity the neighborhood throughout time
Because they had been there for a combined hundred-sixty years
Everyone came there to sit in those ancient green chairs and listen raptly
Relishing their experience with those historians. The haircuts weren’t too bad either.
Living in the past, needing an awakening
It tries to force you to be a hero
Now if you are in your twilight years you might be between worlds
Knowing you want just one more wild breath
Bountiful buttery baked breads
Announced themselves with heady smells that promised
Killer carbs that would have you begging to die
Even though stuffing one more loaf into your piehole makes you shudder
Reaching that limit, then pushing past it is a sign of a magnificent…
So things are getting pretty tough
That might be an understatement
Really it’s moments like these that define who we are
Understanding how to work past pesky problems
Giving each other a hand and cross the finish line together
Going the extra distance because we choose to do so
Looking forward to sharing stories over a cold one at the pub
Enjoying our victory over this…
Everything old is new again
Coming back into favor as the past fades away
Hearing the ripples of history
Of course most of the time this falls on deaf ears
Earth, air, fire, water
Life was simpler in the past
Everything was created with those four basic substances
Making up everyone’s reality
Except people knew there was something more
Now we have a periodic table filled with of over one hundred building blocks
That is how life goes, Mr. Watson. Starts off simple then becomes complex.
Fiercely defending her right to her emotional space, she stripped off the pink dress
Everyone was encroaching on her. In the past, they might have swallowed her whole.
Now she wrapped her fists with barbed wire, feeling it cut into her skin.
Come on world. It’s me against all of you, and I’m ready to fight dirty.
Everyone better watch out. Mama bear is ready to defend her territory.
Shifting directions to capture the winds of change
Allowing you to be full of energy
It will help shift your horizon towards the future
Leaving the past behind
Looking to try to change the past
And not living in the now
That is a recipe for disaster
Even if it would cleanse the bitter taste from your mouth